Friday, 2 September 2011

Suspicion

Suspicion 
leaves a nasty trail 
streaked with slime 
across the brain 
twisting, turning
driving yourself insane. 


Shadows of thoughts
clouds of could, if and maybe 
lurk, get stuck then rain 
pouring their problems 
flooding through your brain


Now you can't see anything 
or know what to do 
just focused on those images 
what the fuck
is happening to you?

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